Quite some time later…

The three men crept down the dark corridors with Gaius in the lead. They seemed to be in a heated whispered discussion.

"Do reconsider!"

"It is out of the question. A Dragonlord's power is not meant to be used in such a way. Gaius, can you explain it to him please?"

"Tis true, what he says sire."

"Oh please! Gaius, I expected more from you."

Gaius sucked in a breath. "I am sorry sire, but aside from anything, I fear it would be too dangerous."

They had reached their destination. Gaius fumbled with the key until the lock clicked open. They shuffled inside and closed the door behind them.

"Leohtbora." A torch on the wall lit fire.

"Ah, much better, thank you. We shall revisit the discussion of the dragon at a later time. For now let us make preparations for the location. Any suggestions?"

"I think right here in Camelot would be best," the old physician replied.

"You are right, of course," the king agreed. "I am just so excited! It's not every day that my grandson turns one."

"You are blessed indeed, Uther Pendragon," came an envious response.

Uther laid his hand on Balinor's shoulder. "Old friend, you will be a grandfather one day too, I assure you. Now about that dragon… I think it will be perfectly safe if we use sorcery to secure baby Arthur to its back. Imagine the people's faces when they see him fly into his birthday celebration!" Uther clapped his hands together once in merriment.

Balinor and Gaius shook their heads at one another.